Trembling Bird Winter It Was
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Trembling Bird
Winter It was
And cold it was
And dusk came
And grew
As other dusks in cold
Then
The pitch-black filament of night
She lay trembling
Off her perch falling
And she had blue lips
And no wavering beak
But eyes half-open and half-closed.
Slow
Slow not sudden was the end
And that the crueller:
She lived so much in pain!
Yet pain to her was joy
And suffering wisdom was
And end.
A passing
A passing with eyes
Half closed
Half open.
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